He's walking his dog. You decide to approach him and ask why he's rumor mongering about what you are doing for money and how you're still able to make a living (because he's single handedly destroyed your business and professional contacts.)
The senior citizen in his 60s looks at you with his buck tooth veneers and yells: "You have no evidence". You reply: "this is going to make the best movie". You wonder if you still have your Oprah producer contacts from 2006. Where you had dinner with Sidney Poitier and Oprah at Spagos. You remind him of Shakespeare's "Thou protest too much", because you're calmly talking.
There is now a neighbor outside. You wave at him as he looks confused. Smiles. And then says "I'm going to call the police". He has an audience now. He's the victim. You're the predator.
A week later, he calls the police. Someone is riding around passing his house in a Tesla, blasting the song "Murderer", with a foot out the window. That someone is YOU.
The police comes. You ask to smoke a cigarette. You're smoking now since your stalker has arrived. One pack a day for 1 year.
One squad car has the license plate: "5430". Your house number. The police make mention of it. And also asks you why you're paying two water bills. They're all heavily perfumed with the fragrance you wear: Jo Malone.
Then MRT comes (mobile response team). They're called when there is a mental health concern.
You ask to be taken to St. Elizabeth's East. "Because its nice now." You know that AWS committed money to the redevelopment and you wrote the use case for supply chain asset management o/ blockchain for construction for HQ2 and St. Elizabeth's as the proof of concept.
You go to the receiving room. The police officer pulls out your phone and starts reading off all the YouTube channels you've been watching for the last two days. He comes to where you're sitting and sets up chairs; three of them, as they're about to enter the room.
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